Chapter 2459: Chapter 2459: His Usual Silence and Coldness
Siesta Garden Hotel.
Outside the window, stars and moon were heavy, with a solitary and lonely moon hanging in the sky, its moonlight quietly spilling onto the curtains.
Sylvan Cheney stood by the window, a lit cigarette clamped between his fingers.
Dim light enveloped his face, casting a shallow shadow on the side of his face. His long eyelashes drooped, the light in his eyes flickering, obscure and unclear.
He stood by the window for a long time, the redness on one side of his cheek had faded, but Jasmine Yale had certainly slapped him with force.
When one cigarette burned out, Sylvan Cheney fished out his lighter and lit another one.
Smoke swirled, white smoke enveloping the entire window side.
Due to the temperature difference, a hazy mist formed on the window, and looking from the inside out, the vision became gradually blurry.
"President." Sylvan Cheney’s subordinate knocked on the door and walked in, "Are you still going to the swimming pool?"
Sylvan Cheney turned around, glanced at him, and after a few seconds of silence, said indifferently, "Yeah."
On the rooftop was a wide indoor VIP swimming pool.
At this hour, there weren’t many people in the pool, the water was clear and a deep blue.
Sylvan Cheney went to the changing room, changed clothes, walked to the edge of the pool, and dived straight in.
The blue pool water splashed.
In the pool, Sylvan Cheney’s physique was strong, his body lines perfect, his abs defined, he swam back and forth in the pool with ease, the sound of splashing water audible to his ears.
Sylvan Cheney’s subordinate stood guard by the pool, not daring to disturb him.
He didn’t quite understand, the President seemed in a bad mood, and he saw that half of Sylvan Cheney’s face was red, as if he had been hit, but he dared not look rashly.
Swimming is a way to relieve stress.
He didn’t understand what Sylvan Cheney was thinking, the business deal they discussed with the client that night went smoothly.
That big client was one of the leading chain restaurant giants in UT, agreeing to buy shares in Old York Financial City, what a huge success, why was the President still under pressure?
Was he afraid the client might back out?
However, it was the first time he saw the President swim, a truly remarkable skill.
However, he could no longer stand by the pool, while the President tirelessly swam back and forth, seemingly unaware of what fatigue was.
The indoor lights were very bright, so bright... it seemed they could illuminate the water droplets on Sylvan Cheney’s eyelashes.
Sylvan Cheney, while swimming, showed no expression, his brows and eyes icy, solemn and disinclined to talk, maintaining his usual silence and severity.
Just then, Sylvan Cheney’s phone rang.
The subordinate hurriedly shouted, "President, you have a call."
From afar, Sylvan Cheney heard it, but he had no desire to answer.
The phone kept ringing.
Once, twice, three times...
When Sylvan Cheney swam over, the subordinate said again, "President, your phone’s been ringing continuously."
"Let it ring!" Sylvan Cheney’s face showed displeasure.
"Oh, okay." The subordinate dared not say another word.
Sylvan Cheney jumped out, used a towel to wipe the water off his body, took out a pack of cigarettes, and headed to the smoking room.
He looked up at the mural in the smoking room, smoking silently, his brow furrowed, his eyes filled with endless gloom.
One cigarette, then another.
When he reached for the cigarette pack again, he found that it was empty.
He shook the box unpleasantly, then threw the empty cigarette pack into the trash with a "bang."
After changing into a robe in the changing room, he walked out indifferently.
The subordinate carefully handed him a cup of hot tea, "President, is there anything else you need?"
"Go buy me a pack of cigarettes, the kind I usually smoke."
"Okay, I’ll go right away." The subordinate immediately left.
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